In New York City, a firehouse becomes an integral part of the fabric of its neighborhood. Ladder 20's devastating loss on that terrible Tuesday morning was felt not just within the four walls of the firehouse and in the firefighters' homes. It was felt throughout the NoLIta community that Ladder 20 serves and protects. It was felt beyond the neighborhood's boundary lines as well.

Among those who responded to the anguish that had befallen Ladder 20 were two sheriffs from Rochester, New York. Shortly after September 11, 2001 they paid a visit to Ladder 20. In addition to paying their respects, they delivered a present: a Dalmation puppy.

"Twenty" became a member of the Company almost immediately upon her arrival at the firehouse. She was more than the Company's mascot. She became a companion to the firefighters and - in the process - a bit of a star. According to Lt. Gary Iorio, "She really helped to build up the morale in the years following 9/11. I can't say enough about what she did to help us. She went on all the runs, she'd jump in the truck, stick her head out the window and bark. She became a local celebrity."

Earlier this week, Twenty died. The FDNY announced her death on its official Facebook page, lauding her for fourteen-plus years of faithful service with her brothers of Ladder 20. While she shall be missed by her two-legged companions, what she did to lift their spirits in the aftermath of a day that took the lives of Capt. John Fischer, FF David LaForge, FF Robert McMahon, FF John Burnside, FF Sean Hanley, FF Robert Linnane, and FF James Gray cannot be overstated.

It shall never be forgotten. Neither shall she. Not by the men to whom she meant the world. The men of Ladder 20.

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Am where I have been since I first met and fell in love with Margaret a quarter-century ago: NTSG here in the heart of the State of Concrete Gardens. Other than four great years spent a lifetime ago on Colorado's Front Range as I shuffled off to be a Buffalo, I have lived in Jersey my entire life. I was born here. I live here. And it is reasonable to presume that I shall die here. Albeit at a time and in a manner certain to disappoint some....at least.